Riley welch is a poet from texas living in Denver. She posts three original poems a week. 

Right Out Front

Here lies me,
sitting all alone.

See how the font is different than the rest?
Does this poem stand out?
Does this poem impress?
I can’t decide where to go,
and most of the time I pretend like I know that things could theoretically be collapsing around me,
but they’re not, and for the most part,
many days that keeps my feeling alright about the whole thing.



Less Tangible, More Visual